Sunday, December 16, 2007

How it goes…

The "new" dump truck worked ok on the last storm, but that snow was the first "real" one on the road, ergo traction was pretty good.

So this morning, w/7" on the ground, I tell the old woman I’m going out to get the paper, & make a pass on the road in the process.

"Old woman, I’m going to get the paper."Check.

Plod down to the truck, start her up, & broom off the snow so’s I can see.Check.

Start plowing down to the low point in the road, all’s good. BUT- starting up the hill I can feel she ain’t gonna make it. Sure enough, at the midpoint of the hill, she’s spinning all wheels.Check.

Start backing down, using the mirrors because I can’t see out the dump box, I overcompensate for the direction (it’s all white on white out there) & go off the road into the stream ditch on the side of the road. Stuck. Stuck good.Perfek.

Get the tractor, slide again into said ditch, get THAT stuck, get it unstuck, & pull the truck out of the ditch w/the old woman’s help as driver (about 1 hours’ time).Check.

Start up the road w/the truck after preparing the road a bit with the tractor, & I hit a bump while making speed & a roof-load of snow falls on the windshield. Can’t stop.Start the wipers, one blade falls off, & they stop, dead. Blind.Check.

I’m gonna get me a good shovel & call it a day. Hell, it’s only 1800 feet…

P- Those reflective doodads are for the citified folks livin' in the country, i.e. infiltrating liberals. We true yankees will have none of that nonsense; we know our roads, know where the ditches are, & fall into 'em anyways, 'cause that's how it goes.Ayuh...